Day Five: Kissing

"Boring…boring…um, no…God…ugh…" Merlin sat alone in the apartment flipping through the stations on the TV, looking for something to watch. Nothing. It was another boring Tuesday afternoon and to top it all off, Merlin had the flu.

He gave up on looking for something to watch. He lifted his achy body up from the couch and walked over to the movie collection. He tried to think about what he hasn't seen in a while. He and Arthur have been having movie nights, so the list was short, but when he came to The Notebook, he paused. This…this is what he wanted to watch.

He popped in the DVD and curled up on the couch, wrapping a blanket around him to stop the chills. Two boxes of tissues sat on the coffee table, a garbage and bowl nearby, just in case. His unfinished toast was cold, but his tea was still warm. He took a sip and shuddered. He wished Arthur was here, but he had a dinner date with his father and sister. Merlin would've gone, but now that he was spewing bodily fluids, he had to stay home, alone.

Noah and Allie just kissed.

Merlin smiled, wondering what their kiss was like. Was it as wonderful as Arthur's kisses? Did it send chills up Allie's spine when Noah ran his hands all over her body while passionately kissing her? Did Noah's heart leap and burst with joy when Allie jumped into his arms?

Merlin snuggled deeper into his blankets. He missed Arthur. He wanted Arthur here with him, right now. He wanted Arthur's arms wrapped around him, helping him to fight the shivers. Most of all, he wished he wasn't sick. He wanted to kiss Arthur all over, from head to toe.

Merlin groaned as he plucked a tissue from the box and blew his nose.

Arthur's kisses were the best. He had many kisses that Merlin enjoyed and would die without. Like the good morning kiss…all sweet and warm. Arthur always woke up before Merlin. Arthur would roll over and push Merlin's hair out of his face, and then he would very gently kiss his head. Once Merlin would open his eyes, Arthur would kiss his temple, "There's my beautiful blues." He would say, every morning, without fail, and Merlin would melt and smile, every morning.

Oh, or kisses Arthur would plant on the back of his neck while they cooked or while Merlin looked out the window at the world. Merlin would know it was coming, because Arthur would wrap his arms around Merlin's middle, whisper something in his ear, and then trail kisses down his neck and onto his shoulder. Merlin shuddered at the memory, the sensation those kisses would send through his body…

Merlin personally liked the little pecks Arthur would give him at the most random times. Like when Merlin would be reading a book on the couch. Arthur would walk behind him and plant one on the top of his head. He would probably do it now if Arthur was here. He'd run a hand through Merlin's hair, check his temperature, and then kiss him on the head.

Merlin watched as Noah and Allie were lost in each other's passionate kisses and moans.

Arthur's kisses before he would make love to Merlin…God, those…those were wonderful. The way he would lick Merlin's lip, asking for entry, and if he was feeling extra frisky he would playfully bite at Merlin's lips. He would trail his kisses down Merlin's chin, to his neck, to the dip in his collar bone…all the way down to his hips, but of course, Arthur wouldn't let him have it that easy. He repeated these kisses over and over, teasing, until Merlin begged for Arthur to wrap his mouth around him and…

Merlin squirmed on the couch, turning his thoughts back to the movie.

The movie was almost over, and Merlin liked the ending. It brought everything together, and Merlin thought it was a perfect storyline. The first time he saw it, he was so caught up in the story, that he cried long after all the credits rolled.

When the movie ended, Merlin didn't cry this time, sure he got teary-eyed, but he didn't cry.

He wondered what Arthur thought of Merlin's kisses. Did Arthur enjoy Merlin's butterfly kisses over his eyes or his hungry, passionate kisses in the bed?

The door creaked opened and Merlin heard it softly click shut. Arthur obviously thought Merlin was sleeping. Merlin giggled at the thought of Arthur trying to be quiet.

"What are you laughing at?" Arthur asked from the kitchen, tossing his keys on the counter.

"You." Merlin looked up when he saw Arthur out of the corner of his eye. Arthur scooted Merlin's legs over and plopped himself onto the couch.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like death. How was the dinner?"

Arthur sighed, "It was alright, I missed you, though. I didn't have a thigh to rest my hands on under the table."

"Is that all I'm good for? A hand rest at your family dinners?" Merlin asked, teasing. Merlin sat up and laid his legs across Arthur's lap.

Arthur gave a contemplative look, "It's one of many." Arthur ran a hand through Merlin's hair and placed the back of his hand to Merlin's forehead. "You're still burning up, did you take the Tylenol?" Arthur looked on the table, the two tablets still sitting there, "No…Merlin…" He reached over and shoved the tablets into Merlin's hands.

He gave Merlin his now cold tea, "Take them." Arthur watched as Merlin tossed back the Tylenol and tea. "You are so stubborn, you know that?"

Merlin scooted forward so he was sitting in Arthur's lap. He rested his pounding head on Arthur's chest. Arthur wrapped his arms around Merlin. "Shh, don't talk." Merlin mumbled into his shirt.

Merlin could hear Arthur's chuckle rumble in his chest. Arthur pushed back Merlin's fringe and placed his lips on Merlin's forehead and gave Merlin a long, warm kiss. Merlin hummed his approval and Arthur kissed his closed eyes and the tip of his reddened nose.

"You're gunna get sick," Merlin whispered.

"Well then, you need to get better. I miss your kisses."

"You do?"

"Yes, and as soon as you're better I'm going to kiss you so much, you'll be sick of my lips."

"I could never," Merlin said, exasperated.

He would never get sick of Arthur's kisses. When he got better, he was going to give Arthur some kisses he would never forget.